Salt Lake evening Democrat. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1885-1887, 1887-01-06

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caliQh that Cambremer promised him
self he would turn to account bnt The
Tune had now come to leave the church
The bearers took M the coffin. and thn
| beggars, crouching under the porch
looked with establishment ot tbp mo-,
cesslon in which paupers coffin was
waiting in front of the church HING with
| black rs richly as for the costliest inter.
ments.
Nine. Mongis and her daughter led the
chllu toward the Virgins chapel where
they wished to offer last PRAYER. Tho
three men followed the funeral hearse on
loot. Cambremer walked bare-headed
VlthOugh the cold was somewhat sharp,
ana ms lace expressed so much grief
That the passers-by looked at him with
surprise.
They had taken the road to the Mont
ParnaSse cemetery, and the distance was
considerable from the Place Saint
SuIpice. Paul and Cassonade walked
side by side, two PAGES from the cheva-
her, and each reflected upon widely diff
ferent subjects.
The young mans thoughts were be-
ginning TO be much taken up bv Mile.
Marthe Mongis and her face was con-
tinualy before his eyes. She had even
driven away the burning recollection of
the gaming table and since that terrible
night in FrasCat's rooms calmness had
entered his heart, before so devoured bv
a passion for gambling. Paul already
saw glimpses OF new life, far from the
mournful Office where he passed his davs
in counting up iigures-a life far from
those temptations to which his proximity
to safe full OF money exposed him. In
stead OF the stern and repugnant
authority Of NJ. Bousenna, he thought of
the indulgence OF the generous friend
who had saved his honor and his life.
lie had an entirely false idea of Cam
bremer's wealth and influence, for he be-
lieved him to be rich and powerful per-
sonage, and hoped to make progress in
his good graCes.
Cassonade had less lofty and less SEN
timental projects. lie had just burned
his vessels by winning over his wife to
accept the chevalier's propositions. AT
the moment OF definitely giving up the
grocery to go with his master, whose adj
venturous nature he knew, the prudent
Cassonade still hesitated. A fierce strug-
gle was going on in his brain between the
good common sense with which nature
had well supplied him, and the inclina-
ton which tempted him to follow Francis
Cambremer. The coffin which he was
following reminded him that, as the be-
ginning OF his functions rs a esquire" he,
the peaceable husband Of Petronile,
would be mixed up in dark and doubt
Jul story. The future seemed to him to
be full OF policemen and bearded giants,
and he somewhat regretted the innocent
joys OF his shopkeeper life at the moment
when the procession came to the door of
the cemetery.
The chevalier had bought piece of
ground, for he wished TO place simple
stone over the victim. The grave was
open in the midst OF great many
crosses, ratings and funeral chapels,
making perfect labyrinth, and the
mourners passed through narrow
avenue OF cypress trees to reach it.
The weather was clouding over, and
the burying-ground had but few visitors
on that sad morning. At intervals some
parent could be seen arranging faded
wreaths over grave, or gardener trim
ming the uxuriant growths which spring
above neglected sepulchres
The last act OF the drama OF death
was short. This was but funeral such
as the lowest class could afford, and the
undertaker's men were anxious to have
it over. The three men placed them
selves around the open grave, the collin
slid along the ropes it'll the lugubriouS
sound that seems like an echo from an
other world, and the grave-digger handed
his spade to Cambremer. The chevalier
had nerved himself against any sign of
weakness; he silently threw the first
spadeiul OF earth upon the coffin, and
crossed his arms while Paul did the same
in his turn.
The ground was soping, and at a few
PAGES from the grave massive monu-
ment arose in the corner OF the cemetery.
Leaning upon the iron grating which sur
rounded it, Il woman was looking atten-
lively mt the scene. The chevalier's back
was toward her and he could not see her,
but his young friend, who had stepped
back after handing his spade to Cour-
apied, was in front OF the mass OF granite.
lie did not ut first notice the presence Of
the strange woman whom the sound Of
the earth falling upon the coffin had
doubtless attracted, and he went up the
slope without raising his head.
Farewell !" said Cambremer in II
hoarse voice. Farewell, poor victim !!
Your child shall be protected, and your
murdcrers punished"
At the moment when the chevalier
uttered these words Paul Vernier heard
laugh rs faint rs mere breath, and he
looked up The woman was there, Will
head erect, her lips parted and her eye.
glaring. She drew back quickly and
disappeared behind the gravestones, but
Paul had caught sight OF her face. lie
could not restrain an exclamation OF sur
prise, and the chevalier turned round
But, either because the young man
wished to keep the secret OF this apparl-
ton to himself, or feared to fail in respect
to death by making confidential com
munication neara grave, he sai d nothing
Cambremer also kept silent, but looked
at his young friend with II gaze tina,
seemed to strive to penetrate his most
secret thoughts
LET us 60" said he, after throwing
the grave-digger the fee which he aske'
for with the ellrontery usually found II
men who follow that occupation.
TO be- C0ntiRued.)
Mark NckimminS' Livery Stable,